I wonder: how many times a day do we swat at what bothers us?
There is a metaphor here for how we relate to what's irksome. A pesky gloom. An inconvenient sadness. A jerk in traffic. An overcast day.
Do we treat our irritant as a teacher delivering a lesson in patience? Or do we instinctively swat it away like we do bugs? (...)
Freedom from Trauma 